Não era só a Rachel Bloom que tinha ideias acerca do tema "to fuck Ray Bradbury" (via MR e OC)

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Em Agosto de 2010, Ray Bradbury tinha 90 anos e Rachel Bloom 23. Mas, fiel aos seus princípios (“A primeira coisa que, verdadeiramente, me atrai é a inteligência. E os escritores são o pináculo da inteligência. Os actores podem ser óptimos e bonitos mas os escritores criam mundos novos a partir de nada. O que há de mais sexy que isso? Francamente, não entendo como é que toda a gente não namora com escritores”), Rachel – "stand-up comedian" e ex-estudante de teatro da Tisch School of the Arts, na New York University – não hesitou em escrever uma canção e gravar um videoclip em que, parodiando o conceito e a coreografia de "Hit Me Baby, One More Time", de Britney Spears, dançando e cantando nos corredores e salas de aula do colégio católico de St. Cecilia, em Brooklyn, declarava muito graficamente a sua desmedida paixão pelo enorme autor de literatura fantástica, suplicando-lhe "Fuck Me, Ray Bradbury". Era uma (im)puríssima canção pop, um video impagável – Bradbury, que morreria em 2012, ainda o viu e... aprovou – e, muito justamente, foi nomeada para os prestigiadíssimos Hugo Awards (prémios para obras de ficção científica e fantasia) na categoria de Best Dramatic Presentation/Short Form.

Da BD ao teatro, televisão, rádio e cinema (Truffaut pegaria em Fahrenheit 451, a que Rachel Bloom – certamente um lapsus linguae – chamou “Fahrenheit 69”), foram inúmeros os encontros imediatos da obra de Ray Bradbury com a cultura popular. Que, em matéria de música, tanto passariam pelo autoexplicativo The Cult Of Ray, de Frank Black, como por "Rocket Man", de Elton John e Bernie Taupin, e, agora, The Machineries Of Joy, dos British Sea Power, inspirado pela colecção de contos homónima de 1964. Yan Scott Wilkinson, compositor e guitarrista do grupo, não espera que lhe perguntem para, espontaneamente, confessar que “por muito que tente fugir-lhe, estou sempre a regressar a Ray Bradbury”. No anterior Valhalla Dancehall (2011), em "Georgie Ray", juntara-o com o paladino da “common decency”, George Orwell, (“Before this day is cemented, in memory of Ray, can we all do something, instead of pray, and it was good how Georgie warned us, it was good what Georgie said, ‘It's kind of unbelievable how we're not all dead’") e se, neste último álbum, a referência ao escritor é apenas obliqua, há que saber identificá-la nos detalhes. 

Por exemplo, no video da canção título, que, instantaneamente, se deixa associar à sequência de abertura de Donnie Darko – cujo argumento Bradbury não assinou mas poderia muito bem tê-lo feito – e, por aí mesmo também, via-"The Killing Moon", aos Echo & The Bunnymen, distantes antepassados desta colectividade de Rough Traders de longo curso (dez anos de discografia), nada avessa a corais búlgaros, dívidas estéticas aos Velvet Underground, mini-sinfonismos à la Vaughan Williams, e, em palco, "cumbrian wrestlers", cenografias silvestres e ursos (pardos ou polares, na modalidade Ursine Ultra-máscara-com-humano-dentro). Tudo coisas que nunca farão deles os próximos U2 mas que, devidamente lidas – “We are magnificent machineries of joy, and then some, you are a vision of extraordinary contortion, an athletic form of warm distortion” – nos deveriam fazer levantar do sofá.

RAY BRADBURY (1920 - 2012)

label "Ray Bradbury"

Steve called me up and said: "Wanna hang out tonight?
We could see an indie film or just grab a bite"
I said: "Oh, Steve, you're cute, but a movie's not what I need.
No offence, but I'd rather stay home and read"

Fuck Me, Ray Bradbury
The greatest Sci-Fi writer in history
Oh Fuck Me, Ray Bradbury

Since I was twelve, I've been your number one fan
Kiss me, you Illustrated Man.
I'll feed you grapes and Dandelion Wine,
And we'll read a little Fahrenheit 69.
You're a prolific author, Ray Bradbury

Come on baby, I'm down on one knee
I carved our names on a Halloween Tree
You write about earthlings going to Mars
And I write about blowin' you in my car
You won an Emmy Award for the screen play adaptation of Halloween Tree

Fuck Me, Ray Bradbury
The greatest Sci-Fi writer in history
Oh Fuck Me, (fuck me) Ray Bradbury

S is for Space, L is for love
S is for Space, L is for lo-o-o-ove
S is for Space, L is for love
S is for Space, L is for lo-o-o-o-o-ove
Houston, we have a throb-lem

Fuck Me, Ray Bradbury
The greatest Sci-Fi writer in history
Oh Fuck Me, (fuck me) Ray Bradbury

O-o-oh
Fuck Me, Ray Bradbury (fuck me)
The greatest Sci-Fi writer in history
Cause when you fuck me
Ray Bradbury

Something Wicked This Way Will Come
Something Wicked This Way Will Come
Something Wicked This Way Will Come
Something Wicked This Way Will Come

(and by "come" I mean "ejaculate on a book")

"FUCK ME, RAY BRADBURY": THE MAKING OF

(sequência daqui)

When a woman in her early twenties asks a ninety-year-old man to fuck her, there's usually an oil fortune involved - unless, of course, the ninety-year-old man is author Ray Bradbury. Rachel Bloom's poppy ode to the sci-fi master, "Fuck Me, Ray Bradbury," has garnered a million hits on the Internet in less than a week.

UCB Comedy Blog: Tell us a little bit about the process of making "Fuck Me, Ray Bradbury."

Rachel Bloom: I was sitting at home about two years ago during the summer between my junior and senior years of college, and I was re-reading The Martian Chronicles by Ray Bradbury. I was going through a weird sadness/lull on the boy front, and I kept thinking, "Man, Ray Bradbury is so smart...he'd be the ideal boyfriend." I thought it would be funny to do a passionate love song about Ray Bradbury. Then, I thought it would be even funnier to do like, a sexy pop song about Ray Bradbury. So, I sat down at my parents' piano and came up with the essential structure in about an hour. 2 years later, I revisited the song and refined it.

We shot the video at St. Cecilia's, an old Catholic school in Brooklyn. (...) I produced the video myself - I did all the casting, found the crew, and asked my friends to direct/DP. It was a lot of work, a lot of e-mails going back and forth for a few weeks. I will say that you don't have to be a genius to put together a good film shoot - it's just a lot of work.

UCBCB: The video was obviously influenced by one of the greatest TRL videos ever - "Hit Me Baby, One More Time." When you were a kid, did you ever dream about being in one of those '90s pop videos?

RB: The weird thing about me as a kid is that I outwardly wanted to be against the establishment, but secretly wanted to be a part of it. I was made fun of a lot right around the time "Baby One More Time" came out, so although I publicly railed against these pretty popular people and their awesome clothes, I privately danced to the song like a fiend alone in my room. I resented the fact I wasn't cool or pretty enough to be a Britney Spears fan, but couldn't deny that I was a Britney Spears fan. I always openly loved 'N Sync, though. Ah, to be 12 and full of contradictions.

UCBCB: If you were doing a whole literary fuckfest, what other authors would be on your list?

RB: I would fuck Kurt Vonnegut, Philip Roth and J.K. Rowling. Those are the top of my orgy list. (daqui)

(2010)

(ora vamos lá começar isto...)

2010 - CANÇÃO/VIDEOCLIP DO ANO

Rachel Bloom - "Fuck Me, Ray Bradbury"

Steve called me up and said: “Wanna hang out tonight?”
We could see an indie film or just grab a bite
I said: “Oh, Steve, you're cute, but a movie's not what I need.
No offense, but I’d rather stay home and read”

Fuck me, Ray Bradbury
The greatest sci-fi writer in history
Oh fuck me, Ray Bradbury

Since I was twelve I’ve been your number one fan
“Kiss me, you ILLUSTRATED MAN”
I’ll feed you grapes and DANDELION WINE
And we’ll read a little FAHRENHEIT 69
You’re a prolific author, Ray Bradbury

Come on baby, I’m down on one knee
I carved our names on a HALLOWEEN TREE
You write about earthlings going to Mars
And I write about blowin you in my car
You won an Emmy Award for the screen play adaptation of HALLOWEEN TREE

Fuck me, Ray Bradbury
The greatest sci-fi writer in history
Oh fuck me, fuck me, Ray Bradbury

S is for space
L is for love
S is for space
L is for loveee
S is for space
L is for love
S is for space
L is for loveeeeeeeee

Houston we have a throb-blem

Fuck me, Ray Bradbury
The greatest sci-fi writer in history
Oh fuck me, (fuck me) Ray Bradbury

Oh oh oh
Fuck me, Ray Bradbury (fuck me)
The greatest sci-fi writer in history
Cause when you fuck me,
Ray Bradbury

SOMETHING WICKED THIS WAY WILL COME
Something Wicked This Way Will Come
Something Wicked This Way Will Come
Something Wicked This Way Will Come

And by come, I mean ejaculate on a book.

(2010)

ONDE RAY BRADBURY, TRÊS BLOGS (ESTE, O DE RUI TAVARES E "A ORIGEM DAS ESPÉCIES"), RACHEL BLOOM E UMA DIVINDADE FELINA SE ENCONTRAM

Rachel Bloom - "Fuck Me, Ray Bradbury" (daqui)

Rui Tavares: Ray Bradbury não morreu

(2010)